People Die By His Gun / Lost Soul

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Young kid with so much evil haunting his image. He lives to sin, by the law he said it don't make sense. Killing people release his pain that burns within, so powerful then a heartburn that don't give in. The urge is eating at his heart, to set off those bullets to someone's frame. laying them straight is his game. He plays in a dirty way in his head, he lives like russian roulette. People die by his gun everyday moms, dads, daughters, cousin, grandmother's, granddad's, babies and toddlers They get no chance I like seeing them cry for a request. Sad huh? Lost soul huh? so cold, has no name. When your vision clouds you, by what you live and see day to day you become that enemy you can't run from. But you just keep running from that shadow, that keeps you it's b*$%&. Keeps you a lost soul that hide behind a gun, to make you feel that you have all the control. But your still standing and have no clue, about what life means to you.